"Can I have some, or will I get in trouble?" Salvia plopped down next to an older brother who she didn't often --if ever-- speak to, and because of it she couldn't remember whether or not she was allowed to speak to this particular one. He wasn't an organic, she knew that much, but he also wasn't the hated GHB. This one was somewhere in the middle. Salvia canted her head. At least he looked nice. And he had a bag, just like her. If she took some of his, maybe he would take some of hers.
"I'm Salvia," she was unusually forthright in introducing herself. It wasn't often that she took part in games such as the round of laser tag that had just ensued and the breathless, sweaty, sticky feeling left over had her pumping full of adrenaline. "How are you?"